Wednesday, 3 November 2010
16:40
15:49-3:49 p.m.
Oh, Jesus fuck. It hurts.

Tive que passar por um procedimento cirúrgico pra extrair um dente hoje (é, eu sei, como eu ainda tenho dente to spare aqui), e esse motherfucker dói.

E tem que ficar passando gelo, o que é chato e também não é lá muito gostoso.

E, a melhor parte: por 48 horas nada de sólidos ou quentes *fucking yellow smile*.

Mas fui na biblioteca de manhã, peguei um livro do Kierkegaard, um errado do Platão e renovei irmãos Karamazóvi.

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16:36-4:36 p.m.


Também nunca me vi contando tanto as horas  e minutos do dia. Nem quando eu tava com uma urgência louca de terminar um dia de aula, ou quando eu queria logo ir terminar uma tarde de estágio.

Seis horas pros remédios, duas horas pro bochecho, dez minutos de gelo on, dez off.

Lendo The Girl Who Played With Fire. Umas das poucas ficções que eu consigo ler nesses últimos tempos....

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